The Alpha of Alareim

five

SURPRISE BITCHES ANOTHA ONE.

Didn't I just update yesterday? Yep. I'm on break from school this week, so I figured might as well write another chapter.

Special shout out to @Freaky_Gal for being my first fan of this story and being loyal ever since... Even though admittedly this is only chapter five. You get the idea.

PS, sorry this chapter skips around more than the last ones have. I just had a lot to say at different times of the day!!

Chapter Five

Pronunciations;

Ailive : Ā-Leave
Pela : Pay-Lah

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A soft groan escapes my lips as I turn in the silky sheets. I sigh in content at last night's sleep. Probably one of the best in a while. I peek open one eye, seeing if Aramis is still here. His place to my left is vacant. I frown. Perhaps he's at breakfast. I sit up, the cold air nipping my naked chest. I turn and crack my spine, catching a glimpse of the time on the digital clock on the night stand. It reads 8:15 A.M.

That's pretty late, for me. I'm used to waking up at five in the morning to go to the market or to the bakery, ready to start the day. Suddenly I sit up straighter. The bakery!

I jump out of the warm sheets, growling at the cold hardwood floor. I stop suddenly. I'm naked from last night... And even if my dress wasn't ripped in two I couldn't really wear that anyway. I frown. Glancing around the room, I realize that it's massive. To the right of me is a long space with seating around a fireplace. Further right of that is a kitchenette with a granite countertop in that shape of an L. In front of me are a couple dressers with many drawers. To my left is a mysterious door which I guess leads to a walk in closet. Or a torture chamber. This is Aramis we're talking about. To the far left of that wall is an open door to what appears to be an adjoined bathroom. I frown again.

So he tears my dress in two but doesn't leave any clothes out? Nice.

I walk toward the dresser in front of me. Empty. I pass the door, and stop at another dresser. I pull out the first drawer. Boxer briefs. Nicely folded, might I add. I wonder if Aramis does his own laundry and folding. Probably not.

The second drawer has t-shirts. I grab a navy one, sizing it up. This would definitely be a dress on me, but I decide to grab pants anyway. The third drawer is sweatshirts, which I decide is better in case my nipples decide to make an appearance and poke through the thin t-shirt. I grab a black zip up from there. Under that drawer is a bunch of sweats. Bingo. I grab a plain pair of gray ones.

After almost drowning in Aramis' clothing, rolling the sleeves and legs of things multiple times, and being overwhelmed at his amazing scent, I put on a pair of socks that are also too large, but stretchy enough so they don't slide off my feet. Instead, the place where the heel should be is on the back of my ankle. I huff. Whatever.

I stalk into the bathroom, mildly surprised at its vastness. A double sink greets me right away. I eye the pink toothbrush on the counter. It doesn't look new. Actually, it looks quite loved. I frown as a pang of realization hits me. Perhaps Aramis has a lover, who stays here quite often. My heart sinks, and my brain yells at it for reacting at all. What do I care?